"This must be the place..."
Mo Ling stood at the bottom of a deep-sea trench, gazing at the strange sight before him.
At the very bottom of the trench was a small opening, only about two meters in diameter, covered by a thin, iridescent bubble-like membrane.
The glass sculptures were continuously squeezing through the membrane and floating upward.
"All that material comes from here. This is the source," the Little Elf explained. "The mirror's fluctuations cause wear and tear, so it needs a constant supply of materials."
"So, you plan to plug this up and shut down the entire production line?" Mo Ling quickly guessed the Little Elf's intentions.
"Yes. Without the raw material to support it, the mirror's fluctuations will gradually slow down and eventually come to a halt," the Little Elf confirmed.
"In this entire vast Sea of Creation, is this the only place that produces the raw material?"
"This is the only one."
